Christopher Cote Nude Novels & Stories

Christopher gently bit down on her neck and began kissing starting from the neck working down taking her breast in his mouth circling her nipple with his tongue lightly giving it a bite and sucking it into his mouth. "Hey Christopher there was something I wanted to -..." The door flew open and Andrea waltzed in calling out to him. She had been in the baths before and knew body parts under the water wasn't really visible so figured she would try speaking to him before contacting the Emperor. Though this was definitely not what she was expecting to walk in on. Hell just earlier that day He hadn't been to far off from being on his death bed. Christopher froze with Laura's boob still in his mout

The woman he was cheating on me with had her conversation sitting at the top, proudly displayed as if she was his queen. I tapped it. The chat opened. My eyes darted quickly to the most recent messages. What I saw next made sweat pour from my skin like I was trapped inside an oven. She had sent him nude pictures. There she was, on a kitchen counter, completely naked. She opened her legs wide to the camera. One finger in her mouth, the other deep in her vagina. Bold. Shameless. Another picture showed her bare buttocks turned to the camera. And beneath it, Abraham had commented.

He clapped his hands in the air like he was impressed with my performance, I leaned back on the wall seeing Jim’s stand up slowly. Christopher took his time, he didn’t charge towards me, he took it one step at a time till he covered the distance between us, he reached for the robe slowly, and untied it. I tried to cover up, he didn't raise his gaze but I could see veins pop out on his hand. I stood still, my legs weak, Christopher opened the robe completely and let it down, I stood in front of him naked. His hands ran all over my body, he moved his hands between my thighs, I shivered, fear consumed me slowly.

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

Collins let out a ragged gasp but didn't move to stop him; he was already tearing off his own suit jacket, his breathing turning heavy and desperate as the sheer, intoxicating pull of the taboo completely overwhelmed his senses. Christopher slammed my lower back against the edge of the reception desk, scattering my neat stacks of paper and the silver tray across the marble floor with a loud, clattering crash. He didn't waste time with words. He ripped the top zipper of my charcoal dress down to my waist, exposing my lace black bra and my bare skin to the cool air of the lobby. "You're a menace, Veronica," Christopher growled, his mouth crashing down onto mine with a brutal, starving intensit

"I noticed you haven't had a meal yet, so I ordered something from the hotel based on your preferences." Christopher didn't say anything, tacitly accepting Luke's actions. The doctor took out a medical kit, then skillfully put on a mask and gloves. "Sir, please remove your outer clothing so I can examine your injuries." Since there were only men in the room, there was no need to be hesitant. Christopher casually unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique with smooth abdominal muscles. It was evident that he maintained this disciplined form through regular workouts. As he breathed with slight fluctuations, even Luke couldn't help but be mesmerized.

And somehow, even more jarring. Because one second, there was Max. And the next, there was Christopher. Naked. Debby froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Because oh sweet Lord, he was not built like any man she'd ever seen at her gym or in her wildest dreams. Muscles on top of muscles. Broad shoulders, hard chest, abs cut like a sculpture. His skin glowed faintly from the shift, flushed with heat, and when her eyes, completely against her will, dropped lower...

I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs. “Fuck.” I let my underwear drop and I stand in the middle of my dirty, never-should-have-been studio, and in front of a portrait. It's a close-up shot that features only my faceless obsession, from the start of his collarbone, down to his torso, and stops an inch below his knee. He’s naked. Feral. Still, as if waiting for me to kneel. To submit. Erect veined cock, muscular limbs, muscles hard with years of discipline.

Behind me, Christopher watched with predatory intensity, his fingers never slowing their torturous rhythm. "Please," I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand. "I'm so close..." "Come for me," he ordered, curling his fingers just right. "Now." The command unleashed something primal in me. I shattered against his hand, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My forehead pressed against the cool glass as I rode out the aftershocks, his fingers gentling but not stopping. Before I could fully recover, Christopher stepped away. I heard the rustle of fabric, the tear of foil. When he returned, his clothes were gone, his naked body radiating heat against my back.

he replies. "So demurely that you’ve never noticed her neck or wrists?" Kattie glares at him. "Was she a freaking nun or what?" Christopher’s face betrays that he knows exactly what we’re talking about. "I’ve never seen so many scars from torture, violence, and rape on one body before," I tell him angrily. "Not even in the underworld, and we live in a constant state of pending war." "I didn’t know." Christopher moves to the edge of his chair. "I swear I didn’t know. I thought it was just her hands… that he tied her up when she didn’t comply."